Take my bloodied wrists,
In your own two hands,
And kiss the marks still left behind.
Keep me from ruining myself any further,
For if you didn't stop me,
I would have destroyed my body cut by cut.
Give me reassurance,
That everything will be okay,
And mend my broken spirit.
Broken Spirit
Take my bloodied wrists,
In your own two hands,
And kiss the marks still left behind.
Keep me from ruining myself any further,
For if you didn't stop me,
I would have destroyed my body cut by cut.
Give me reassurance,
That everything will be okay,
And mend my broken spirit.